The back of the winter - folksong by Karine Polwart - Angela Hicks

The back of the winter is broken
And the light lingers long by the door
And the seeds of the summer have spoken
of the gowans that bloom on the shore

By night and by day we’ll sport and we’ll play
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
And we'll follow the heron home

In darkness we cradled our sorrows
And we stoked all our fires with fear
And now these bones that lie empty and hollow
Are ready for gladness to cheer

By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
And we'll follow the heron home

So Long may you sing of the salmon
And the snow-scented sound of your home
While the north wind delivers its sermon
Of ice and salt water and stone

By night and by day we’ll sport and we’ll play
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
And we ll follow the heron hom